Gay Erotic Stories

The following story is the second in series of fictional chapters of a fantasy story involving the Man of Steel and his arch nemesis, Lex Luthor. It involves sexual arousal, oral sex performed by the Superhero upon Luthor and several of his henchman/clones. The acts of fellatio by Superman are not voluntary. If this subject matter offends, then stop reading this post now. Superman and some of the other characters are trademarks of and copyright of DC Comics.

Part 2

Lex Luthor was feeling quite triumphant in his latest experiment with the Man of Steel after the humiliation which occurred at the abandoned arena earlier that night. The Man of Steel, was coming out of his brief coma, feeling bruised and confused in a dimly lit room, and laid out on a steel table.

As he groaned and opened one of his eyes, he saw an image which created that same feeling he had felt at the arena—it stirred within him, surging with such desire and lust, as he heard, Your hooded Master is waiting!”

Responding quickly, although in a major amount of pain, which confused him, he managed to groan, “Oooooooooohh fukk yea, MASTER!”

Luthor straps and tightens a ball gag on our Superhero, as he writhed, twisting my neck, but his excitement increased as he watched the hooded figure above him.

Luthor’s gloved hand moves and is positioned flat against the hole where 7 Kryptonite coated balls are buried, as he slaps squarely on his asshole. “AWWWWW…dayuuuuumm!” Superman squirmed.

WHAP! WHAP!

“MMMMMM …” as the Superhero continued to anticipate what lay ahead for him, “MPPPPHH…” as his hips thrust forward.

Then, Luthor takes the end of the string and pulls slightly, causing S’man to moan more and more, with more feeling and intensity. “Hold it in there boy ---Grip it Clark!” Luthor commanded while S’man did his best to squeeze and clasp his aching hole shut.

Then he pulls harder as our hero’s body bounces on the table, glaring up at the hood above him, moaning louder as he anticipates the next move—and just as he let out another moan, a ball pops out.

POP!

“Awwwwwwww… jeeezzzzussss!” The Man of Steel gyrated his hips.

“That's it boy,” Luthor replied, smiling, as he pulls a little more.

POP!!!

#2 pops out as the Man of Steel yelps… “Mmmmm!!!” He leaves the five balls in him and walks away, knowing exactly what he is creating, with the ultimate tease. Minutes later he comes back, stomping in his black boots and pulls out a pair of clippers.

“OHH SHHHITTT!” the hero cried out.

Luthor attaches a glowing green attachment to the clippers, and says, “In order to shave your head slave I had to put on this hunk of Kryptonite --otherwise your indestructible hair would break my clippers.”

Superman shakes his head vigorously at the prospect of having his head shaved, with extreme panic in his eyes… “Mmmmmmmmpphh!!!”

He flips on the switch and he holds the vibrating clippers up to your forehead and then he presses in and begins to shear you as the hero attempts to squirm and holler through his ball gag.

BBBBBBBBBBZZZZZZZZzz … the clippers sheared away… and Superman’s cock begins to rise, and soon sticks straight UP!

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ….Luthor continues as the hero chews on his ball gag, and ends up leaving him with a very short buzz cut, running his hand along your skull, and admires it, “Perfect…just PERFECT!”

Luthor climbs up on the ladder, positioning himself right above the S’man undulates on the table -- and drags his ball sac along his buzzed head, as he moans with a low, guttural, yet quite satisfied moan.

S’man looks up at Luthor while he moans, and he begins jerkin on the table, which only increases the sensation that Luthor is experiencing. it prompts him to drag his cock along his shaved head, as he begins to hump, THRUSTIN…..with such power.

“YYYYYYYMMMMMMMMMM!!!!” the hero moaned as his COCK of STEEL stood straight up at attention….,”AAWWWWWWMMMMMM!!!!!” Luthor’s precum dribbling down your forehead, exciting the hero even more, as His balls lap your skull as his cock humps away, precum dangles of the bridge of your nose. The S’man is so charged up by this scene, all he can do is moan louder and chew more intensely on the ball gag.

Luthor’s precum hangs from his rigid cock as he thrusts and some lands on his neck and chest, humping more forcefully, now beginning to grunt. Luthor is now moaning in his own pleasure as his cock whacks his hard, shaved skull.

He thrusts…as Superman moans…and his balls blast against his stubble-haired head, gripping the head of his cock and squeezes it, as his orgasmic groans grow louder and more forceful.

He holds his head, and then releases, as the white, thick, creamy cum spurts out dribbling on your skull, and down the hero’s forehead, then with another groan, another rope lands on his nose –and then another, landing on his chiseled, but bruised chest. Superman moans and jerks on the table….moaning and writhing, “Ohhhhhhmmmmm!!! MMMMMM! MMMMMMM!!!”

Luthor holds his cock there on his skull and rubs the last amounts throughout his entire shaved head, coating it with a layer of his jizz.

He gets down from the ladder and releases his ball gag, wiping the cum from your face and chest, which allows Superman to finally, sigh, moan and express his desire wholeheartedly, “Aaaawwwwww... MASTER, that was so hot… aaaaaaahhhhhhh”

Luthor then scoops up a couple of fingers full of cum and proceeds to feed it to the Superhero, as the hero sucks with such hunger…..moaning and slurping. He continues to lap at it hungrily, sucking that hard calloused hand, finally wiping his hand across his powerful chest.

Relentlessly, Luthor goes to reach for ball #3 from the hero’s asshole, popping it out…as he releases a sound from within his soul.

“Now boy...I'm just going to hold the string...i want you to push out those balls!” Luthor instructs.

“DO IT!” he barks.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” as Superman squeezes and thrusts from within himself to release another ball.

“Cummon, flex your super cunt!” he yells. S’man continues to push, “AYYYYYYY!!!”

His muscles contract, and Luthor sees #4 nearing release, “MORE…push it!” he shouted.

“UHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!” S’man continues to work it out.

Luthor tugs slightly, and POP! Then, he rubs the hole with his hand, smiling, appearing very pleased. “Good boy---NOW, just 3 more!” he ordered.

“OOOHHHAAAAAAAAAAA …FUUUUUKKKKKK!” the hero squeezed and contracted.

Luthor wipes his sweaty brow and flicks it at the weakened hero. Lex’s hand that had been dressed in a leather glove and was used to feed the hero, appears dirty from the black leather, so he proceeds to wipe his hand on his own sweaty chest again leaving a black smudge… adding to his dirty, sexy look.

He flexes an arm and holds the bicep with his hand--dirtying his veined bicep too, as the hero’s cock jumps up and down, almost controlled by the villain.

As the S’man continues to attempt releasing more, Luthor holds he string again and hollers, “PUSH BOY… gimme #5!” Superman hollers and squirms as Luthor holds his thigh—squeezing, coaxing, “let it go boy,” he says.

“Awwwwwwwww… dayuuuuummmmmmmmm!” S’man shouts, gyratin his supa-butt.

Luthor sees his back arch and #5 pops out, as Superman pants, sighing, his cock sticking up even harder--dribbling, throbbing, as the kryptonite cock ring glows and it tints the color of your cock a slightly green hue. Lex now tugs more forcefully on the balls that hang out of you using his end of the balls and string to move the ones inside you back and forth, causing S’man to undulate and gasp with pleasure and pain.

“OOOHAAAAAA,” he moans as Luthor slips one back inside him and then he pulls hard ---POP #6!!! POP #7!!!

“Yeaaaaaaaaaaa ,” Superman huffs and puffs as Lex holds the string of balls over you, dangling the end ball on your nipples… and then he tosses them aside.

“How does that feel boy?” Lex asks.

“FEELS GREAT MASTA” S’man replies obediently.

“Your hole wants to be filled, doesn't it?”

“YES, SIR--IT DOES,” the hero replies.

“Then tell me what you want me to do Clark, “ Lex leads. “PLEASE FUKK ME MASTA,” he responds.

“You mean do to you what I've already done to your friends?” he questions, pressing his muscled body on top of you.

“Enslave me, SIR,” S’man requests…as Luthor begins to dirty him with his smudged glove, and then thrusts his hard cock sliding against the hero’s abs, lowering his body, as he jabs at his balls, then under his sac, causing the hero to moan, his lust driving him out of his mind….knowing just what was about to happen.

End of part 2